Tiger Woods affair with Rachel Uchitel? Rachel Uchitel (Pics) and her relationship with the world’s No.1 golfer became a huge story on Wednesday, when rumors surfaced that the 34-year-old was having an affair with Tiger Woods.

Rachel Uchitel has denied the National Enquirer story on the rumored affair with Tiger Woods. So now we know why Tigers wife was coming at him with a golf club…. OK well …. Would ya???

That’s what D said to me this morning!  Does this sound like the start of a good relationship?  Backstory…

We’ve been talking a little bit, mostly practical things to do with separating our lives.  On Thursday, I called the city council tax people to try to figure out how we’re supposed to deal with council tax.  We’re officially out of the house the 15th of December, but council tax is due for the full month of December.  I was told to just go ahead and pay for the full month and they’ll credit to the account for the new house.

Then I told the guy that we’re moving to two different places.  He seemed to get all flustered.  What, no one else in this city ever splits up?  Or do they just not report changes to the council?  In any event, he suggested that I write and request the credit be split between the two of us for the second half of December, and that will be credited on to each of our new accounts.  I just need to include in the letter our two new separate addresses.  I explained this to D on Thursday and he said ‘ok.’

This morning, I sat down at the computer to compose the letter…told him I needed his new address to put into the letter.  His response?  ‘Frances will kill me if I give you our new address!’

I couldn’t help it, my response was, ‘what kind of problem does that stupid bitch have?  Does she think I’m going to stalk you when I actually hope never to see you again?’  His response was to call me a bitch right back!  lol.  Ooooh, that hurt!

Whether for good or ill, it got us talking about ‘us’ again.  I asked him why he called me a bitch, had I ever been bitchy to him?  He said, yes, the day he broke his arm because I went off to work leaving him to find his own way to the doctor.  Talk about a selective memory!  I helped him up off the floor and walked him around the room until he told me he’d be ok, I didn’t need to stay.  I didn’t plan to stay, but he said he was ok, even though I was positive he’d broken something…

Anyway, I basically said, no you idiot, I mean BEFORE your affair!  Think carefully now, D…do you remember a time when I was ever bitchy to you or to anyone else???  He actually did take a few seconds to think about it before saying ‘no’ – I’m not a bitchy kind of person, but he didn’t like it that I called Frances a bitch (apparently he didn’t mind that I called her stupid???).

Then I told him that he’d better explain to Frances that if I can’t have the divorce papers sent to his address, a bailiff will end up serving them on him at work!  He wasn’t quite sure whether to believe me or not, but he was rattled by that…

It’s the first time through this whole thing that he’s actually got angry…I felt like I wanted to continue to goad him, but I didn’t.  He kept trying to apologise, to say he’s sorry for having hurt me, and it really is an awful thing – he may truly be sorry, he may feel horrible (although I doubt it), but it just isn’t good enough.  There is nothing he can do or say that can make up for the pain he’s caused.  Oddly, as I tried to explain to him, it’s not that I feel so bad for the love we’ve lost…but I do feel horribly hurt by the betrayal, that I couldn’t see it coming, that he was so convincing in his love for me, I trusted him completely.

Again, I don’t know if I can believe him, my trust in him is shot, but he did say that it has been a weird time…when he first started talking to her and meeting her, he just felt it was really a friendship thing and no threat to our marriage (but didn’t think to mention it to me).  He was reluctant to talk any more about the things that were bothering him with the marriage, and yet he was still committed to the idea of going to the US weeks after he started meeting with her.  How or when it turned a corner, who knows, but I think he was agreeing with me that the last time we had sex, he was still committed to our relationship.  Whatever it was that changed within him or with her or whatever, happened that fast.

Do I believe that?  It doesn’t really matter whether I believe it or whether it’s the truth or not.  The one thing he was really trying to apologise for is that he wasn’t with it enough to be honest with me about the things that were making him unhappy.  Things that I’ll never know about, just like he won’t ever know the things about him that dissatisfied me.  ‘Wasn’t with it enough’ is probably not the right phrase.  Not brave enough is more like it.  Because most of us aren’t brave enough – we just don’t want confrontation, so we let things slide until it’s too late – someone walks away or someone has an affair.  As he and I agreed today, maybe if he had talked to me early on, we may have been able to solve our problems, or maybe not…but none of it would’ve been the concrete pie-in-the-face that finding out about his affair has been for me.

In the end, my council tax letter asked for the credit to be split between the two of us, but explained that D will have to contact them with his new address as I don’t have that information.

Hope everyone had a bountiful and beautiful Thanksgiving.  Special thanks to Tiger Woods for giving me something more riveting to write about than health care or global warming…  Celebrity scandal…the gift that keeps on giving.  Ok, so here’s the first thing you need to know about the tale of Tiger and the fire hydrant:

In this case, Australia instead of Argentina…

This lovely young lady is Rachel Uchitel, with whom Tiger Woods is allegedly having an affair, most recently at a tournament he was hosting in Australia.  Fast forward to the Friday after Thanksgiving, when it was reported that Woods had been involved in a one car crash outside his Orlando mansion, striking a fire hydrant and then a tree immediately after backing out of his driveway…but alcohol was NOT involved.  Which would lead one to ask at least two questions, the first being what the hell he would be doing in his Escalade at three in the wee hours and second being how anyone could crash into two large stationary objects outside one’s own home without being totally sloshed.  Well, the answers, or the rumored answers anyway, were not long in coming.  For in part two of this saga, we learned that Tiger’s Swedish nanny bride and mother of his two children, Elin Nordegren, was conveniently there with a golf club to smash out the back window of his ride and pull him out onto the pavement.  You’d figure it was pretty fortuitous that she was nearby and just happened to have a club in her hand, unless of course it turns out that the whole reason the poor hacker ended up kissing a tree is because she was after him with a Big Bertha Driver in the first place .  Man, this is better than cold stuffing and the last of the pumpkin pie. 

BW

Oops, I didn’t mean it, I swear.

Tiger deserved to have his face beaten for cheating on that, if you ask me

As expected, plenty of developments in the Tiger Woods incident from early yesterday. By now, it’s pretty clear this wasn’t a “serious accident” — well, unless you consider Woods’ wife beating his face to be just that. According to police, Woods and his Swedish nanny wife Elin Nordegren were involved in a domestic dispute before Woods left at 2:30 am Friday, only to crash his Escalade into a fire hydrant on his way off his property.

There were red flags all over this story to begin with. For one, the details of the crash were sketchy from the beginning: It wasn’t reported until more than 12 hours after it occurred and came on the heels of rumors of Tiger’s racy affair with “New York party girl”. Also, how exactly do you suffer serious injuries from hitting a fire hydrant at less than 33 miles per hour, as Woods would’ve had to have been going for the airbags not to have been deployed in his SUV? Well, all that stuff is out the window now, because the initial severity of the accident was now certainly just a cover.

With every report popping up, it’s becoming pretty evident Tiger’s “facial lacerations” came from a run-in with Nordegren, after which it looks he left his house, was chased by his wife who smashed the back window of his Escalade as he drove right into a fire hydrant. That’s the way I see it. Case closed. I should have my own TV show.

Anyway, I’m sure we’re far from hearing the last of this story. Should be interesting to see what Woods’ next move is. With trillions of dollars in endorsement money on the line, he’s gonna have to address it sooner rather than later.

The night was in full swing as we departed the ferry into Jordan. Having consulted our small and rather dismal map of Aqaba we set off along the south coast in search of a quiet area to camp.

After driving for 7km we pulled off into the King Abdullah Gardens where the shop lights still blazed brightly. Sofia – the shop attendant – soon woke as we plodded toward his slumbering body.

His initial offer of free camping soured somewhat when he informed me that I would first have to complete a favour. Normally I am more than happy to complete a task based request in return for financial gain, however, this favour made me feel rather uncomfortable and deeply aware of my apparent lack of finesse when communicating with the opposite sex.

I’m not entirely sure how true Sofia’s claims were of his status as an English doctor’s plaything however in order to guarantee a free nights sleep I’ll believe anything! It was soon explained that I would act as a translator for this love lorn gentleman and where possible provide a little input as ‘I knew what an English woman would like’ – I found the latter statement reassuring and so ploughed headlong into the task in hand.

However, my rather gung-ho approach and rash proclamations of love and marriage were not appreciated. After numerous attempts, many suggestions and some rather bizarre input from Sofia the following message was both constructed and lovingly sent:

‘My dear Lauren. I want you to tell me your date of birth so I can make you feel special. I wish I could kiss you all over my bum. My wife I send a million x.’

Something tells me Sofia won’t be hearing from his English Rose.

The golfer may have hit a hydrant coming out of his driveway…..But it seems Tiger Woods got his face scratches from his wife…not the car…..

Things may have gone like this……it’s 2:30 in the morning…..Woods, and his wife Elin Nordegren are having a not so pleasant conversation about reports of him spending time with this woman, Rachel Uchitel in New York…..his wife angry and hurt lashes out at her husband, who does not strike back, but gets the car keys and leaves the house…only to be so out of whack that he drives into a hydrant that he knows is at the end the driveway…the wife may have in fact been chasing him with golf club when she heard him leave the house and smashed the window before he hit the hydrant ….how he got of the car only both of them can tell…..that’s my guess…(just a guess, okay, I’m home in New York people )

Anyway… it’s the day of the internet people, and it seems like the one of the world best golfers has some explaining to do………

To his wife…and the public…who adore him…but now know he’s a man…and is human…….

This lil ‘minor’ traffic accident thingy that Tiger had, is morphin’…

He ‘lost control of’ his Cadillac SUV, hit a fire hydrant and a tree; his lips were cut and he had blood in his mouth; his wife smashed a rear window with a golf club to get him out; he briefly lost consciousness.  He was found layin’ in the street with his wifey hoverin’ over him…(drama for yo mama?)    They say no alcohol was involved…

But there are unanswered questions:

1.  Where was he goin’ at 2 AM?
2.  Why was the ‘accident’ not reported for 13 hrs by Tiger’s camp?
3.  Why did he get all reckless comin’ out of his own driveway?

Officers supposedly tried to talk with Tiger yesterday, but his wifey told them he was sleeping.  They’re supposed to try again today.   I guess when you’re a celeb, you can just blow the cops off like that…

In a telephone interview, Tiger’s father-in-law, radio journalist Thomas Nordegren, told The AP in Stockholm that he would not discuss the accident.

“I haven’t spoken to her in the last few … ” Nordegren said about his daughter, Elin, before cutting himself off.   “I don’t want to go into that.”

Woods’ mother-in-law Barbra Holmberg also refused to address the matter.

“She doesn’t want to comment on private issues like these,”  Holmberg’s spokeswoman said.   Would these ‘private issues’ is be the fact that her hubby is dippin’  his 5-iron in another hole-in-one, and her marriage is crumbling? 

Just like I said, this sounds like an argument over the chicken head and the rumors, and Tiger was ’stormin’ out’.  Then he lost control of the Caddie.  TMZ is sayin that the scratched up, bleedin’  face and cut lips was from the wifey and not the crash…

We’re told he said his wife had confronted him about reports that he was seeing another woman. The argument got heated and, according to our source, she scratched his face up. We’re told it was then Woods beat a hasty retreat for his SUV — but according to our source, Woods says his wife followed behind with a golf club. As Tiger drove away, she struck the vehicle several times with the club.

Read more: TMZ/Tiger Woods

See- the rinse water is startin’.  First of all I said (again) this was about the piece. They reported at first that she was walin’ this golf club, tryin to help get her boo outta this wreckage.   NOW we find out (…I thought all along!)  that she was whuppin’ on his ass with the club, and that he jumped in the Caddie to keep from havin’ to handle the lil snow bunny or gettin’ his head beat in…

And now the chicken head is indignantly denying the rumor- which is a far cry from her first statements, where she is tellin’  anyone who’d listen to her,  ”fluck his wife; we’re in love.”

Tiger (or his peoples) must have had a word with her.
Waitin’ to see this worm turn…

LOVE LUST DECEIT ELECTRICITY
Short Fiction

A Sizzling Love Story

by

VIKRAM KARVE

There is a saying: “ If you decide to murder your husband you must never act in concert with your lover ”.

That’s why I did not tell Raj.

Or involve him in any way.

Not even the smallest hint.

I made my plans alone and with perfect care.

An “accident” so coolly and meticulously designed.

Precisely at 12:50 in the afternoon, the ghastly accident would occur.

And then my phone would ring – to convey the “bad” news.

And suddenly I would be a widow.

Free.

Liberated from shackles.

Released from bondage.

Then all I had to do was to keep cool, maintain a solemn façade, and patiently wait for Raj to return after completing his project in Singapore.
Then after the customary condolence period was over, Raj would propose to marry me – an act of chivalry, of sympathy, or even “self-sacrifice”.

First I would demur, then “reluctantly” succumb to the pressure from my friends and relatives, and accept – just for my children’s sake.

There would be nods of approval all around.

And soon Raj and I would be Husband and Wife.

The phone rang.

I panicked.

There is no fear like the fear of being found out.

I looked at the wall-clock. It was only 10.30 am.

Had something gone wrong?

I felt a tremor of trepidation.

The phone kept on ringing – it just wouldn’t stop ringing.

I picked up the receiver, and held it to my ears with bated breath.

The moment I heard Anjali’s voice I felt relieved.

“Why didn’t you come to the health club?” Anjali asked.

I’m not well,” I lied.

“Anything serious? Should I come over?” she asked.

“No!” I tried to control the anxiety in my voice. “It’s a just a slight headache. I’ll take a tablet and sleep it off,” I said cautiously.

“I hope Manish and you are coming over in the evening,” Anjali asked.

“Of course,” I said and put down the phone.

I smiled to myself.

That was one party Manish was going to miss. Probably they would cancel it and would be right here offering their condolences and sympathy.

I would have to be careful indeed.

And to hell with the health club and the painful weight loss program. I didn’t need it any more.

Raj accepts me as I am – nice and plump and on the “healthier” side, as he calls me lovingly.

Not like Manish who is always finding fault with me.

I know I can always depend on Raj.

He really loves me from the bottom of his heart.

I looked at my husband Manish’s framed photograph on the mantelpiece.

Soon it would be garlanded.

My marriage to Manish had been a miserable mistake, but soon it would be over and I would be free to live the life I always wanted.

I wish I didn’t have to kill Manish, but there was no way out – Manish would never give me a divorce, and if he came to know about me and Raj, he would destroy both of us, ruin our lives; for he was a rich and powerful man.

Also, I prefer to be a pitied widow rather than a stigmatized divorcee.

The plan was simple.

I had programmed a Robot to do the job.

The huge giant welding robot in Manish’s factory.

At exactly 12:45, when the lunch-break started, Manish would enter his pen drive into the robot control computer to carry out a maintenance troubleshooting check.

And then he would start inspecting various parts of the robot – the manipulator, end effectors and grippers – to cross-check their programmed movements.

It was a routine exercise, and I knew Manish had become quite complacent as the robot had never developed any faults so far.

But today it would be different.

Because I had surreptitiously reprogrammed the software last night.

This is what was going to happen.

At precisely 12:50 all safety interlocks would be bypassed, and suddenly the robot would activate and the welding electrode would arc 600 Amperes of electric current into Manish’s brain.

It would be a ghastly sight – his brain welded out and his body handing like a pendulum, lifeless. Death would be instantaneous.

Manish had been a fool to tell me everything and dig his own grave. A real dope – he deserved it!

It was a foolproof plan and no one would suspect since the program would erase itself immediately. I had ensured that. It would be an accident, an unfortunate accident.

Condolences, compensation, insurance – soon I would be a rich widow, with one and all showering me with sympathy and compassion.

And then I would wait for Raj to come back from Singapore.

And then, after a few days I knew he would propose to me, and I would ‘reluctantly’ accept and we would live happily ever after.

I looked at the wall clock. It was almost 11 O’clock.

Suddenly I began to have second thoughts. Maybe I should give Manish a last chance.

All I had to do was pick up the phone and ask Manish to rush home.

Feign a sudden illness or something.

But no! I tried to steel my nerves. I had crossed the Rubicon, and there was no going back. The tension of waiting was unbearable, but I must not lose my head.

I tried to divert my thoughts to Raj.

The first time I suspected that Raj loved me was when he didn’t attend my wedding. Then he disappeared abroad for higher studies and I almost forgot him. And one fine day, after almost fifteen years, Raj suddenly reappeared to take up a job in my husband’s factory.

And when I learnt that Raj had still not married I realized how deeply in love with me he was.

At that point of time I was so disillusioned with my marriage that my daily life was rather like sitting in a cinema and watching a film in which I was not interested.

Raj and I began spending more and more time together, and somewhere down the line emotions got entangled and physical intimacy followed.

Did Manish suspect?

I do not know.

Was that the reason he had sent Raj to Singapore?

I don’t think so.

We had kept our affair absolutely clandestine.

I looked again at the clock.

11.45 am.

One hour to go.

I began to have a feeling of dread and uneasiness, a sort of restlessness and apprehension – a queer sensation, a nameless type of fear.

So I poured myself a stiff drink of gin.

As I sipped the alcohol, my nerves calmed down.

Today was the last time I was going to have a drink, I promised myself.

Once I married Raj I would never drink – there would be no need to.

In my mind’s eye I could almost visualize my husband Manish sitting in the vacant chair opposite getting steadily drunk every evening.

Manish was an odd creature with effeminate mannerisms that became more pronounced when he was drunk.

He was always picking at an absurd little moustache, as though amazed at himself for having produced anything so virile.

How I hated the mere sight of him.

The very thought of my husband made me gulp down my drink.

I poured myself one more drink and gulped it quickly to steady my nerves. Then I had one more drink; and one more, when my cell-phone rang.

I shook out of my stupor and picked up my mobile phone. It was an unknown number. I rejected the call.

The cell phone rang again; same number. I looked at the number. 65….. – it was from Singapore.

Was it Raj? From Singapore? My heart skipped a beat. I answered urgently.

“Hello,” I said.

“Hi Urvashi, how are you?” it was Raj’s voice.

“Where are you speaking from? Is this your new number?” I asked.

“No. This is Rajashree’s cell-phone,” Raj said.

“Rajashree?”

“Yes, Rajashree, she wants to talk to you,” Raj said.

“Hi Urvashi,” a female voice said, “Raj has told me so much about you.”

It was strange.

Who was this Rajashree?

I knew nothing about her!

So I said, “But Raj has told me nothing about you!”

“I know,” Rajashree said, “it all happened so suddenly. Even I can’t believe it could happen so fast – Love at first sight, whirlwind romance, swift wedding.”

“Wedding?” I stammered, shocked beyond belief.

“Yes. We, Raj and I, got married yesterday and we are on our way to our honeymoon, on a cruise liner.”

“You bitch! Give the phone to Raj,” I shouted, losing control, the ground slipping beneath me.

“Hey, chill out. What’s wrong with you?” Rajashree said calmly, paused for a moment, and spoke, “Raj has gone to the embarkation booth. Hey, he’s waving to me. I’ve got to go now. Bye. We’ll see you when we come there.” And suddenly she disconnected.

I stared at my cell-phone, never so frightened, never so alone.

I felt as if I had been pole-axed.

I looked at the wall-clock.

12.55.

Oh, My God!

The deadline of 12.50 had gone.

It was too late.

My blood froze.

The telephone rang.

I picked it up, my hands trembling.

“There’s been an accident, madam,” said the voice. It was the company doctor. “We are rushing Manish Sahib to the hospital. I am sending someone to pick you up.”

“Hospital? Tell me the truth,” I shouted hysterically into the phone, “Tell me, is he dead?”
“No. He’ll survive.”

Manish did survive.

I wish he hadn’t.

For his sake. And for mine.

For till this day he is still in coma.

And I know I will have to live with a ‘vegetable’ husband all my life.

It was a small miscalculation.

600 Amperes wasn’t enough.

But then the Robot is a machine.

My real miscalculation was about Raj.

LOVE LUST DECEIT ELECTRICITY

Short Fiction

A Sizzling Love Story

By

VIKRAM KARVE

Copyright © Vikram Karve 2009

Vikram Karve has asserted his right under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 to be identified as the author of this work.
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1) think or say, "we are just friends."

If you've caught yourself thinking or saying, "but we're just friends" you are probably already in difficulties.

"But we're just friends" are four of the most dangerous words for a relationship. These words are usually said something that you know, rationalize, is wrong. Rationalization is also written "rational lies."

2) thinking and dreaming about the person more
and frequent

Ths should be a loud screamingClue. Do you think that day and dream of your normal friends that way.

3) I'm looking forward to the next time you can see,
and / or talk to the person

If you feel excitement and anticipation, an acceleration of the pulse, as you're willing to get to see this person, watch out.

4) want to tell them first, if something
done for the day

This means that this person has become your primary emotional confidant.

5) Sharing intimateEmotions

This of course follows from this person, your primary emotional confidant. Because emotional affairs can be harder to break than the purely physical, you can be caught here.

6) Sharing intimate problems

Especially dangerous if you share it, problems in your marriage or relationship with this other person.

7) You believe that this person understands you
much more than your spouse

Of course, it looks like it. This isPart of the illusion of the affair. This belief does not make you and your partner to the other person.

Keeping secrets and covering up

Secrets bond two people together against a third person.

9) Giving gifts you do not normally give a
Friend

Things to wear, jewelry and other intimate gifts come with a message: We are very close.

10) spend more time alone

I've heard so many people tell me that this was theone, that it is pushed over the edge. They had promised that nothing would happen, but the temptation and abailablity time was alone provide too much resistance.

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Backed out of coffee with SD. Too many red flags for me. I saw myself ending up on the 6 o’clock news in a body bag. Like I said in a comment, I may be a horny slut, but I don’t have a death wish.

Looks like I’m meeting up with Ken on Wednesday though! Can’t wait to have his ripped ass pounding into me. He’s got a lot of fetishes though, not sure I can live up to them. Again, I’ve had a very boring sex life and I’m just now opening myself up to new things, but I have a very raw, animalistic, almost primal approach to fucking. I just want to get my pussy wet, maybe go down on each other and then fuck like crazy.

It’s probably going to be a couple of weeks before I can meet Matt and Christy, but that will definitely happen. This one I think I am looking forward to the most. I think I am looking forward to Christy the most. I’ve been watching a lot of soft core lesbian porn lately, and I’m so glad to be a woman. Our sexual parts are fucking stunning. It’s made me fantasize about sucking her breasts and licking her pussy – hopefully while her husband is licking or fucking mine. But yes, I am so ready for my first girl on girl experience. Thinking of tits has me all worked up!

Still working out details with some others…God, I’m a slut.

Yes yes… I read the latest offering by Chetan Bhagat… 2 States…

The cover was the first attraction for me … the front covers with the States and the back cover was the ultimate masterpiece according to me

I’ve been going through several of my Craig’s List options. There are a couple that I want to definitely make the most of.

- Matt & Christy are a cute married couple in their late 20’s and early 30’s. She’s a natural redhead, very busty and he’s lean and cute but in that bookish nerd kind of way – which I am totally attracted too. I’ve never been with a girl at all; not even kissed and I’m totally bi-curious, so I am thinking this could be a lot of fun. To see their photos though, the look like they just left the Republican National Convention, but hey, they say never judge a book by its cover.

- Sage is 29 and kinda short. I like his look though. He’s half Japanese, so the whole “exotic” thing is kinda fun. He has his own place, has a runners body, a master’s degree and says he can be rather shy. All of those are major pluses in my book. We may be hooking up early this week.

- Teach, yeah we’re just going to call him Teach. Teach is a 26-year-old, muscle-bound, special-ed teacher with a gf that can’t host. I think all he wants is a blow job or to get laid in public. I wouldn’t be as intrigued, but he’s ripped, and keep thinking of that ass pounding away at my pussy. Makes me wet!

- Chef, another one we’ll refer to by title. He’s 28. Pretty cute, nice bod and can possibly host at his house during days…major plus!

- Ken the wannabe surfer – or maybe he is one. Body to die for! Face is, eh, but the body of…OH.MY.FUCKING.GOD! He has a serious girlfriend, but they live alone, wants to work out a day when his woman is at work.

- Sugar Daddy. I will call him SD until he proves to be anything else. I’m actually meeting him for coffee tomorrow – Nothing more! He responded saying he’s a few years older, very good-looking, well off, but because of his position he could not exchange photos. He claims to want someone to spoil. I have the feeling this guy is full of shit, but again, meeting him at a little coffee shop tomorrow and we’ll see.

Sin. That’s what she wanted to be called. Her real name was Cinthia. She was one of those spoiled ass daddy’s girls, that would throw a tantrum if she didn’t get what she wanted. As for looks, she’s aight. She’s not the cutest, but not the ugliest. A little on the heavy side. Nothing wrong with that at all. She looked good for a big girl but I can’t stand spoiled ass females. She had been eyeing me since I met Porsha at the party and been pissed at me since I turned her down. I’ve kicked good convos with Sin before but when the shit started turning into some “it’s all about me” type of shit. I threw her the deuces. I finally arrived home and decided to scheme. I was gonna fuck her but she was gonna have to pay heavily. This jealous ass female put my life in danger because I didn’t fuck her first. Just as I was about to hit the shower, I saw my lease from the apartment I just moved out of. I had three weeks left on the lease and still had the keys to it. Luckily, I didn’t move everything out of if yet. Now I had the perfect place to set everything up. I decided to call her up to finalize my plans.
“Sin. What’s good with you?”
“Nothin. Who this is?”
“Jerome. You know who this is, stop playin.”
“I’ve been waitin for you to call for the longest. So what’s up with it?”
“Meet me at my apartment tomorrow at about 7. I’m gettin off early just for you.”
“Oh so you gonna give me the business now?”
“Damn right. You get the business and the building. Feel me?”
“Oh shit. I got you tomorrow baby boy and make sure you bring that good game.”
“Ok.Bet.”
We hung up. I got that ass now.

Thirty minutes later I grabbed my keys, some equipment and headed for my old apartment. I really didn’t miss this place. The neighborhood was fucked up in general although it was in the nicest part of town, the people in the leasing office were full of shit, rude as fuck. The neighbors were kind of cool. Nevertheless, I would never come back, except for this time. I grabbed my equipment, turned on the light and began to set up various hidden cameras and wireless transmitters. As I started to put everything together, my conscious began to bother me just slightly. Could I really go through with this shit? Hell yea, especially since she almost got me killed just because she wasn’t my first choice. You see, Sin had always put on a public persona of being innocent and pure but I wasn’t one of those stupid brothas that was born yesterday. She held I high position within the School Board and this would surely get to her.
Before you start to think, “How could you do something like that to her?” I want you to peep game. Before I started my own business, I was on my way to being the youngest Regional Manager at Best Buy but a little fiasco she pulled cost me my job. I was making a decent wage. I liked my job there as well. Paid travel, paid holiday, discounts, being able to interact with people were only a few of my favorite perks there. So it’s only fair that karma comes back. I was gonna quit eventually, but I wanted to do it on my time. Fuck it. I continued to set up my equipment until finished. Afterwards, I grabbed my keys and made my way home. As I was driving down I-240, my phone rang. It was Porsha hitting me up again. She said that she missed me and wanted to see me tomorrow but I politely declined. I was on a mission. I arrived home, checked my email, MySpace, Facebook, website and Twitter, then ate,worked out, showered and went to sleep.

My alarm rang at 9am, the time I usually got up. I wasn’t really feeling work today, so I decided to call in and let Vanessa know I wasn’t coming in and that my VP was in charge. For most of the day, I was online chilling with some of my people and surfing on YouTube. My phone rang once more. I answered.

“Jerome, I hope you’re ready baby, I’m gonna ride the shit out of you.” That was a bit unexpected for me to hear as soon as I picked up. It would have been even better if it were Vanessa or Porsha on the other end. I grinned and used my deepest voice. “Is that right? How about this? Get dressed, I mean get that bad-ass black dress and them “Fuck Me” Heels and meet me at my apartment.”
Before I could say anything else, she hung up and got ready. That was my cue to head to the apartment. I arrived shortly after 12:30 PM to get ready. I guess she wanted some real lunch. Sin knocked on my door about ten minutes later. I opened the door and was dressed how I told her. I didn’t believe she was gonna do that. I thought she would have seen through my bullshit. She wasn’t half-bad lookin. Her dressed hugged her just right. Real talk. She switched her hips as she walked in. She dropped to her knees before I could even close the door. Thank God the cameras were up and running. Sin wasted no time, sliding my dick into her warm, wet mouth. She started to suck on it hungrily as if she were starving, bobbing back and forth and sucking hard. I ain’t gonna lie. That shit felt good as hell.

“Told you I was gonna get that,” she said with a slight grin. I know she wasn’t trying to outdo me within the first five minutes. I wasn’t about to let that shit happen. I grabbed her hair and pulled it slightly. She moaned and began to suck harder. That let me know that she was slightly submissive. Perfect. I pulled out and began to slap her lips with it. She moaned even louder and started to beg for it.
“Please, please, put it back in,” she screamed out. “I need it, I want it.” I slid back in with no questions asked and began to thrust in and out of her mouth as she asked. Sin started to undress as she rolled her tongue around the head, not letting it escape her mouth. Within a few seconds her moans became louder as she pinched her right nipple. I pinched her left nipple to help her out. “Harder.” I pinched it even harder. Her breathing became even more pronounced as she increased speed. Sin was a fuckin freak. She got off on both pleasure and pain. Maybe I should have fucked her first instead of Porsha. Nah, I couldn’t. I just didn’t have a vibe with her like that but her head game was something serious. To make things more interesting, I decided to give her a command to see if she would respond willingly.

“Suck harder goddamn it,” I roared out.
“Mmmmm. Yes sir. Anything you want sir.” Oh shit, I was definitely about to have fun with her today. I grabbed her and pulled her along with me as I made my way to the couch. I sat down. Sin soon followed suit.

“Suck me! NOW!”I demanded. She wasted no time going back to work, making sure to keep me from going past the point of no return. I pulled her hair harder. She began to deep throat me, keeping me in her mouth as she massaged the head with her tongue. Damn, she was cold with it. I might have to call her up to give lessons to these other women in the city.

Little did she know that I had a surprise waiting for her in the back. See what people don’t know about Sin is,that when she’s drunk, she tends to run off at the mouth. I remember her telling me at the party where I met her and Porsha, that she always wanted to try being in a threesome. But she would be devistated if anyone knew. I secretly pulled in one of my employees that really didn’t like her but needed to release some tension, Danielle.

As Sin continued to suck, I snapped my fingers and Danielle came out butt naked. She wasn’t the best lookin but her shape was killer. I laid back on the couch as Sin continued to suck. I commanded Danielle to sit on my face. As I started to tongue her clit slowly, Sin suddenly stopped and reached up to fondle one of Dani’s breasts.

She stopped. “Bitch he ain’t say you could touch me. Keep your hands off.” I looked down. ” I didn’t tell you to stop suckin either.” Sin went back down. She began to tongue my balls slowly looking up at Dani as if she were trying to tease her.

“Rome why does this girl keep lookin at me like she hungry?”
“I don’t know. See if she is,” I grinned as I pat her on the ass. Dani got off my face and switched places with Sin. She immediately started to suck on my head. “Let me show you how a pro do it.” Dani had skills too. They could both go head up. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as she continued to suck. Sin started to look a little disheartened watching us. “Gone ahead and eat that pussy. She needs a release.” Wasting no time, Sin burried her face in her pussy licking rapidly. Danielle threw it back to her as I continued to slide in and out of her warm,wet mouth. She moaned out in pleasure as two of her holes were getting worked on. Her body began to shake as she neared her first orgasm. She began to suck faster and harder each time Sin’s tongue flicked across her clit. Looking at that shit made me hungry as hell. I wanted more. I slid out of Danielle’s mouth. “Keep it my mouth baby, I want to taste you.”
“Aight, then.” I wasted no time sliding back into her mouth fuckin it faster. Dani’s eyes began to roll to the back of her head as her body shook. “Fuck…..I’m gonna cum” she screamed out as she squirted in Sin’s face. I was slick jealous. Ok, I’m lying. There have been many occasions I’ve made her squirt in the office. Dani got hers and I was gettin mine. Now was the time to put part of the plan into action.

Sin was about to serve us both facing the camera. We both sat back on the couch. Dani spread her still drippin pussy as I began to ub her clit. I looked over at Sin. “So is this what you wanted?”

“Yes daddy.”
“Now what would you do if anyone found out?”
“No one is goin to because I’m gonna put y’all to sleep.”
“How is that?”
“With this fiya ass tongue and wet ass pussy.”

Without hesitation Sin engulfed my dick into her mouth and started to suck. Damn it felt good but I really had to go through with my plan before I forgot. I pulled her head up.

“Say that you’re a slut. That you love dick and pussy. It’ll turn her on.” Danielle licked her full lips to entice her.

Sin looked up at us. “I, Cinthia Latrice am a slut, your personal slut. I love dick AND pussy,” she said excitedly. “I love it.” That was all I needed to blackmail her but I decided I was going to get mine. Besides, she almost got me killed. She owed me. I pulled Sin to me. “Suck it then.” She wasted no time sliding my hardness into her mouth and began to suck feverishly. While Sin continued to give me head, Dani disappared into another room and came back with a strap-on three minutes later. She spread Sin’s pussy and slid inside her. She moaned out loudly as Dani started to fuck her deeply. This mad her suck me even faster. Shit it felt like she lost control of her body. Each moan vibrated through my dick as Dani fucked her faster. “Mmmmmm…….damn,”she moaned out as we both dominated her mouth and pussy. Nearing her orgasm,she began to suck and jerk my meat. She brought me close to orgasm as well. I came two minutes later flooding her throat as Dani continued to work her juicebox. That shit was sexy ass hell. I looked on at the action as I laid back to recover. She continued to work her over, Sin came numerous times as Dani continue to work out her frustration. Fifteen minutes had passed and I became hard once more. I moved Dani out of the way and laid Sin onto the floor. “Let me get a piece of that real quick.” She wasted no time spreading her wet pussy. I slid my member deep inside her and started to thrust hard and slow.

“Damn daddy give me that dick,” Sin moaned. She really did want the dick. She was wet as hell. I could see and feel her pussy try to grip it each time it escaped. “She’s a noisy as hell. I got somethin to shut that ass up,” Dani said as she sat her pussy on Sin’s face. She devoured her as Dani rode her face. My thrusts soon became pounding. She cried out in pleasure as I penetrated her deeply. Her body began to shake as came. Dani followed soon behind, flooding her mouth with delicious pussy juice.

“Bend the fuck over,” I roared. “Let me hit it from the back. I grabbed her hair and pulled her into me. She let out a slight gasp as she trembled. I put her into position as I slide my hardness back into her pussy. I grabbed her hips, pounding and thrusting into her deeply. Danielle quietly slipped away into my room to control the camera angles. That was my cue to get her to talk.

“So you say you’re a slut?” I asked ramming harder into her. “Fuck yes I’m a slut. This shit turns me on. Keep talkin dirty to me,” she squealed. I continued to fuck her deeply until she came. I started to cum again soon after. I pulled out. “Kneel and swallow it. NOW! She kneeled and opened her mouth. I slid into it and released down her throat. She swallowed as I commanded. Damn that felt good as fuck. Too bad tomorrow her secret may be out. That’s what she gets for trying to have me killed. Over a woman that came to me willingly. I dismissed her and went to my room to edit the footage to submit to a local news source.

An email from xxxxxx about my forthcoming flight.

Dear Hansen Fernando,

Re: Flight Reminder

This is a reminder email about your forthcoming flight about 7 days from now. This reminder email is for your information only. No action is needed from you.

PNR: xxxxxx
Number of pax: 2
Insurance Policy: None
Flight Itinerary:

• SIN-BKK 3K 515 03 Dec 2009 (1130 – 1250)
• BKK-SIN 3K 516 07 Dec 2009 (1345 – 1700)

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Will be my final trip in 2009, as my family will come to Singapore during the X’mas holiday, should be interesting while going to unknown place.

Make the End Clear
Ketika Anda akan memberitahukan pasangan anda bahwa Anda ingin mengakhiri hubungan anda, anda harus bersungguh-sungguh dan tegas tentang hal itu. Jangan termakan rayuan bahwa anda akan menakhiri secara perlahan-lahan, misanya diawali dengan mengurangi pertemuan dengannya. Hilangkan pikiran ini, sekali anda menyetujuinya maka anda akan terjebak lagi. Buat keputusan tersebut secara sungguh-sungguh dan berusaha mencari sisi buruk dari hubungan anda, jangan melihat terus sisi bahagia yang semu itu.

Your Lover Asking Questions
Apabila pernyataan anda didengar oleh peasangan anda, tentu dia akan bereaksi tentang pernyataan anda tersebut. Banyak pertanyaan-pertanyaan “romantis” yang akan dia lontarkan, seperti bahagianya kalian selama ini, menyenangkan dan ada pula yang berjanji akan menikahi anda. Semua akan merek alakukan untuk menhentikan keputusan anda tersebut. Apabila pernyataan dan pertanyaan ini muncul, alihkan pembicaraannya, dan segera akhiri percakapan dengan dengan berbagaiu alasan yang dapat anda lakukan. Jangan membuat diri anda terlena dengan kalimat yang dilontarkannya dan membayangkan segala yang indah waktu anda lakukan bersama dia. Apalagi anda seorang istri ? Pikirkan segera keluarga anda. Hindari percakapan bersama mereka khususnya di malam hari atau di saat anda sedang sendiri atau ingin ditemani seoerang teman.

If You Lose Train Of Thought
Jika Anda mulai kehilangan mengendalikan pikiran anda dan mulai berpikir kembali tentang pertanyaan kekasih anda, dengan menghayal walau tidak ingin menjawab, Anda harus segera menjawab “bahwa semua sudah berakhir”. Dan apabila anda sudah menikah, pikirkan keluarga anda. Jika Anda mengulangi seluruh percakapan ini lagi, sekali lagi alihkan percakapan tersebut, biar perlu buat dia merasa kesal untuk menghubungi anda.

Let Them Know Things Will Change
Hal terburuk di sebuah lingkungan kerja setelah berselingkuh dengan seorang rekan adalah Anda berdua memperlakukan satu sama lain berbeda, atau bahkan tindakan secara kasar dapat terjadi, setelah semua urusan ini selesai. Anda harus pastikan bahwa Anda anda sudah berubah dan tidak akan memperlakukan mereka seperti biasanya. Hal ini memang akan sulit pada awalnya, hindari percakapan berdua, lakukan di depan orang banyak. Anda bahkan mungkin tidak ramah kepada mereka. Jika urusan telah berlangsung selama beberapa waktu, akan sulit bagi kalian berdua untuk mengubah kebiasaan lama tapi ini adalah hakikat perubahan, dan perlu ketegasan dan dia harus tahu bahwa semua sudah berubah.

Tell Them It’s Permanent
Hal seperti ini sangat sering terjadi, disaat kita jenuh di rumah, Atau sedang shuntuk. Kita akan membayangkan kekasih selingkuh kita. Ada dorongan didalam diri untuk bertemu dan berhubungan dengan dia lagi. “Jangan Lakukan Itu “. Sescara umum dua orang yang pernah berhubungan dan pada saat berpisah, kadang anda ingin menghidupkan kembali hal itu semua. Tunjukan kepada dia bahwa tidak ada ada lagi yang penting dan tidak ada lagi peluang untuk mereka. Perpisahan ini adalah perpisahan secara permanent

Be Aware Of Your Tone Of Voice
Untuk sementara anda mungkin akan merasa sedih dan putus asa dalam waktu yang lama, Apabila mantan anda adalah partner kerja anda atau memilikihubungan bisnis tertentu. Anda tidak perlu menjadi dingin dan membuat mereka merasa seperti kotoran/sampah, namun bila situasi menuntut hal itu, anda mungkin perlu bersikap tegas dengan mereka dan membuat jelas bahwa urusan sudah selesai. Anda harus menghindari pertemuan dengan mereka untuk beberapa saat. Anda dapat berusaha merubah letak ruang anda mejahui dia. Habiskan waktu anda di kantor bahkan setelah jam kantor berkumpul dengan teman-teman anda

If They Keep Pushing
Jika mantan kekasih anda masih bersikeras untuk tidak ingin berpisah. Anda akan perlu untuk mengakhiri percakapan biar perlu tutup semua jalur komunikasi dengan dia termasuk email. Kadang-kadang mereka mungkin tidak menerima hal-hal dan berpikir anda tidak serius dengan perpisahan. Mereka mungkin akan terus menghubungi anda dengan panggilan telepon, email atau pesan melalui teman. Rubah semua jadwal kegiatan dia. Habiskan waktu anda dengan teman, saudara bahkan keluarga anda, di tempat dimana kalian biasanya bersama. Tunjukankepada dia bahwa anda sangat bersungguh-sungguh. Apabila mereka terus memaksa anda, mintalah bantuan teman dekat anda yang dapat member pengertian atau perbuatan yang lebih keras kepada dia. ANda harus Tega dalam hal ini.

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So I took out an ad on Craig’s List today. Not sure why. I’m happy with Devon and honestly, I know I could probably fuck Brady if I really wanted too. I think it’s the thrill that is getting me off more than anything.

Lot’s of weirdo responses, but a few intriguing ones. One’s a half Italian/half black, light-skinned, muscular, very attractive and well hung 22 yo boy; he’s fascinated that I can squirt. Another is a 26 yo, boy next door. Cute, but has some meat on him. He just wants to bang me in his hotel office. The last one…who I how replies back seems perfect. 31, muscular with blond hair and blue eyes…surfer type. I said I went for the baseball player physique and he said he played all through school. Seems educated and seems like he’d actually like to go out on a “date” before licking my pussy raw. I just responded back to him…I really want him to write back.

Either way, I did hotel boy I’d meet him next week for a dirty little fuck in office. I’m becoming such a slut!

Okay, now I just got a message from what looks to be a cute Mormon couple. What the fuck?

What?! this is definitely not awesome.

For those of you that are unfamiliar with AshleyMadison.com, it is a website that facilitates cheating for married individuals. Just like any other social media website you become a member and create a profile. You can opt for the “guest membership” which is free or you can choose a paid membership. Your options are the “Introductory Messaging Package” for $49, “Elite-Plus Enhanced Status” for $149, or “Affair Guarantee” for $249.

The last one is just a lovely deal because it’s a money back guarantee if you don’t have an affair within six months. But how difficult is it really going to be to find someone willing to have an affair with  you on a site with almost 4.8 million members looking for the same thing? Probably not that difficult.

Each package offers you a number of credits. Instead of paying a monthly fee, members control the amount they spend with these credits. For example: a Tiffany necklace is 50 credits, a teddy bear is 20 credits, and winks are free. Members are able to manage their profiles based on their tastes, preferences and desires and add up to 13 photos.

President and CEO of AshleyMadison.com, Noel Biderman said on The View that he does not think that AshleyMadison.com promotes infidelity. He has said that infidelity has always existed and people would meet others through friends, family or personal ads.

And then Internet changed things. Noel looked at information on dating sites and realized that 30% of the members on it were already attached. There was a market and then a new community was born.

Now I don’t know if my issue with AshleyMadison.com is that it exists or if I am just bothered by the numbers. When Noel Biderman was on The View earlier this year he said that on his site he has 3.6 million users. That means that in approximately eight months member have increased by 1.2 million. Out of those members, approximately 70% of the members on the site are males.

Just awesome. So my hopes and dreams of one day being happily married and remaining that way are seriously going downhill at a very rapid rate.  I think it’s time for Disney to start revising some of their movie endings, because happily ever after is looking a little farfetched right now.

Now I understand that business is business, and Noel has found a profitable market. If people are going to cheat they will do it with or without AshleyMadison.com. But the fact that this is even an option that is accepted by millions of people around the world almost scares me as to what the future has in store. Will marriage even exists? Is there even a point? Considering 70% of us will get cheated on, it almost makes me think “no”.  The numbers along with the costs of divorce makes me think that maybe monogamous marriage is on its way to extinction.

Just like everything else that is controversial and arises in the media we all have our initial O.M.G moment and freak out. But then it all just soaks in, the topic loses some of its interest and then it just becomes the norm. It happens with everything, and I’m sure that it will happen with this.